DATE: 17th July 2374
SUBJECT: Jezebel Cheblik
ID: J2HE_SNK_DW878

 I suppose it was bound to happen sooner than later.  Sooner is today.
My companion's silicon finally gave out.  He felt so very confident about
my soldering skill.  "It's fine, Jez, I trust you." Well, he shouldn't
have.  Maybe my hand slipped, maybe it was meant to be.

 Suppose it's selfishness on my part, but his death only means one thing -
he's left me here alone.  This old cave, a place of holy pilgrimage to
the wandering machines, is now his grave, but what about myself?

 I gutted him.  I'm not proud about it.  Working bits are hard to come by.
Frankly, we never really talked about 'what ifs' and 'what whens'.  I guess
he thought, he'd be here forever, keeping me on my toes with his magnetic
tongue and inappropriate machine humor.  Now he's one with the machine 
and I'm still here.

 A few more hours of mindless bereavement, before I venture back out there.
No sense holing up here.  Not on my own.  Deep down I wish it was me.  Not
because I miss him, or because I feel guilty for sending him to the beyond.
No.  I envy him.

~jz

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